When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 419

Hearing that, Bryant seemed to freeze for a moment, a mix of shock and disappointment crossing his face.

After a brief silence, he looked at me unexpectedly. “Not even a lie?”

“You were never much of a liar,” I replied with a smile, feeling at ease.

In the past, I had heard too much. He always was someone who disdained lying.

“She ran away from home, I have to find her.”

“She got a divorce, I’m worried she might do something rash.”

“She got into a car accident while speeding, I can’t rest easy if I don’t go see

her.”

And later on, he didn’t even bother with excuses, it was just: “I’m going to see

her.”

It was always about his sister. He couldn’t just ignore her.

It seemed that having this connection meant that if I showed even a slight concern, I was being petty. To object was unthinkable, almost akin to committing a crime.

Quite ironic. This was the boomerang effect everyone talked about online.

Bryant probably never thought this day would come. His grip on his cutlery loosened, and with a clatter, it fell onto the porcelain plate, the sound crisp and out of place in the quiet, music–filled restaurant.

He rarely lost his composure, his voice hoarse, “Do you really have to go?”

As I stood up, grabbing my purse, I half–jokingly said, “This is just unfair. I never stopped you when you wanted to leave. Besides, I’m single now.”

Since it’s a boomerang/might as well be buy one, get one free.

back to see his expression as I strode

the rehabilitation center, and today being a holiday, the traffic was

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Gregory’s, it would take an extra two or three hours. Might as

long queue. The streets were crowded, and every now and then, young couples would share a quick kiss, then look

Their love

gave me, I realized that this apartment complex was the same one he had

out of the

the

6, Unit 1,

building, same unit. Just

it weren’t for the one–apartment–per–floor setup, we’d probably be across the hall

my phone away and confidently made my way to the

it took several minutes before the door was pulled open, accompanied

leaning lazily in his wheelchair lifted his sharp, piercing face, appearing casual but with a hint

along, “Edith said your leg was hurting, asked me

glanced at me, “I don’t need

“Oh, okay.”

smiling, “Then

hand with distinct knuckles grabbed my wrist, pulling me into the house with a bit of

I asked, “I thought you didn’t need

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deep, his tone cold, “Suddenly my leg started hurting

smiled and nodded, pointing to a pair of house slippers on the

“They’re Edith’s.”

opened the shoe cabinet, and handed me

“Thanks.”

high heels and changed into the slippers. As I was doing so, Gregory, with a smirk,

“Not true.”